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TDM #2


« « « TEST DRIVE MEME » » »




« « « OUT OF CLUTTER FIND SIMPLICITY


It's discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit. Yet, solace is found in the lies we tell each other, comforted by the peace of knowing that we're not alone in our depravity, and once on this path, sin itself becomes the lesser of two evils masked in a cloud of normalcy.

This is how Duplicity has functioned since the beginning. The divide of power and social standing is overt in that Dominants influence the decisions made both publicly and privately while Submissives cater to the rules presented to them. It is the way of Duplicity to assign random designations at birth with no leeway in altering what has been given. Climate in the Up is far stricter than that of the Down; violating outlined personas for a Dominant or Submissive while in full view of others is punished by degree of infraction. In the Down, many tend to turn a blind eye to these sorts of offenses.

To counteract the discovery of the Deceit Gene – a natural "negative" response to all stimuli – the L.I.E.S. program was founded. The program had been designed to introduce new subjects to the current environment and test for the Deceit Gene through immersion in Duplicity's standing society. Sexual impulses and encounters increase the chances of detecting the gene within these individuals. Participants are typically released from L.I.E.S. after a year; however, results have remained unsatisfactory and testing still continues.

You’re here! Finally! Welcome to Duplicity.

After choosing a door and stepping through to the other side, the first thing that greets you are the enthusiastic faces of people in medical scrubs and pristine lab coats. Their enthusiasm translates to eagerness as they strip you of your clothes to perform a thorough examination—you will be healed, bathed, and given a paper gown to wear until your items can be processed and delivered to your residence later in the evening. You are also given a device that accesses the network as well as the time and location of orientation.

If you enter Duplicity into the Up, congratulations! You’re a Dominant, which means you are immediately picked up by a limo after processing and taken to your highrise. Here, it is two Dominants per floor with separate apartments. If you enter Duplicity into the Down, congratulations! You’re a Submissive, which means you are directed towards public transportation with the address of the motel you’ll be living in. Here, it is two Submissives per room with a shared common space for all rooms. Either way it's raining! Still.

Enjoy your free time until orientation! Participation is mandatory by all new arrivals.



» » » LIES TRAVEL IN COMPANY




The day after stepping through the door and participating in orientation, LIERS are assembled together in the Up for a tour of Duplicity in its entirety. Seats are in pairs and randomly assigned to Dominants and Submissives alike. Traveling from Fiddler's Square, the train journeys through various parts of the Up, showcasing society and examples of lifestyle. Along the way, frequent stops are made; a variety of passengers can be seen exiting and entering the doors. A Dominant with a kneeling Submissive takes a seat near the front of the train at one stop. A small group of Submissives board and sit closer to the LIERS at another, all seemingly content in their roles. As the tour continues through the Up, the train passes close to the Market and White Wall Bridge and zips by North Park before heading into the Down and bypassing Red Wall Bridge and South Park.

The train makes a "final" stop at Riddler's Square, where inhabitants of the Down are instructed to return to their temporary housing. Those who live in the Up are permitted to stay on the train and revisit the same locations while returning.



« « « A. WAIST. OF. LEEWAYS.




The rain continues to drizzle, but it’s finally slowing enough for the citizens of Duplicity to catch their breath. With the influx of new LIERS, people make quick work of fixing the damages from Tumenalia—a combination of preparation and wanting to welcome more participants to orientation.

Typically, travel between the Up and the Down is rather seamless with the use of the elevators, and with the end of the holiday comes a regular schedule for transportation between the two areas of Duplicity. Yet, mysterious powers are at play once again. Or so it seems. Stepping onto the elevators does not deliver its occupants to their desired location; instead, they are ushered into rooms designed to be escaped. There are a variety of themes, but the most popular seem to be Room A, Room B, and Room C. While they follow the usual guidelines for any escape room, there are a few “catches” that might not be noticeable at first. Each clue is only accessible to those of the corresponding designation. Submissives are responsible for unlocking the first and third of the three clues, and even if a Dominant figures out what it is and how to use it, they will not be any closer to escaping unless the Submissive plays a key role in interacting with these clues.

Things to note about these rooms: the third clue requires some sort of sexual engagement to be considered “clear” of it. After the allotted time of one (1) hour, if those inside haven’t managed to escape, the Submissives will be removed from the room and the Dominants will remain until they can successfully help the new Submissives escape the room. Each time, the clues will be reset and change; they will never be the same.




» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS




Meanwhile, in the Down, a local charity organization has sent out notices for a black-tie fundraiser to be held during the evening to raise awareness of homeless Submissive children. Invitations are sent via the devices, and there are even fliers posted all across the Up and the Down. If in attendance of the event, the waitstaff will be taking down the names of all uncontracted Submissives; no other explanation of what it’s for is mentioned throughout the evening. And while donations are completely voluntary, any contributions made helps to further the main endeavor of the cause. However, it seems most people are present to network and find someone that might fill a contract slot. So, eat, drink, and dance until it all winds down and everyone decides to go home. The only “catch”? Dominants draw the name of one Submissive to accompany them back to the Up, and those who are left will be paired up for the sake of no one leaving alone.



« « « MOD & OOC NOTES



Please read carefully.

Dominant and Submissive TDM assignments: All characters whose first name begins with the following ( A, C, E, G, I, K, M, O, Q, S, U, W, and Y ) are Dominants. All characters whose first name begins with the following ( B, D, F, H, J, L, N, P, R, T, V, X, and Z ) are Submissives. Players with characters that are a number use the first letter to spell that number. To use this TDM as a door pass please link this on your app and place whether it is dominant or submissive.

For the escape room prompt players can make up the clues they find. They may be extremely sexual or something simple like moving a painting off a wall.

Also, any locations throughout Duplicity are available for TDM prompts as well!

Please remember to mark any necessary content, and have fun!!




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classchampion: (pic#11973813)

[personal profile] classchampion 2018-10-16 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
[ Djeeta considers herself to be a rather attentive captain - she tried to always be there for her crew and to keep in mind their likes and dislikes, birthdays, allergies, that sort of thing. Over years of battle and camaraderie, she knew most people's voices by heart. She hears Nezahualpilli before she sees him, and she turns around with a bright smile -

... to stare at him with a confused, taken aback expression. Ah, what?

Her confusion forms to shock, recognition lighting in her eyes. No, wait, that's still pretty much the same silhouette! ]


I - I didn't even recognize you! [ She steps forwards, gripping his forearm, eyes alight with interest. Wow, he kind of looks like a completely different person...

But then, she grows concerned. ]
- did they take your usual clothes away?

[ She remembers being stripped, after all... ]
purered: (Piercing stare)

Lies Travel In Packs

[personal profile] purered 2018-10-16 06:23 am (UTC)(link)
There are probably worse things to happen than have a vampire sit right next to a vampire hunter on crowded public transit. Probably

It was fortunate then that Klaus couldn't see through illusions - not without help at least - so despite his stormy mood about being plucked into such a city, he managed an equally tight, if polite smile.

Or an attempt at one. The way those fangs pulled his mouth made it look more like a cross between a grimace and a scowl.

"It is rather impressive," Klaus agreed. His face may have been unfortunate, but his tone was polite and amicable.

"...May I ask where you're from originally?"
finethanks: (☆ 116)

[personal profile] finethanks 2018-10-16 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe I am.

[He answers it just the same, a little out of breath after the slight squeal that had escaped from the spinning embrace. He's smiling, he's flushed and his skin is so cold, but he feels warm here, pressed so close to someone else. His hands are between them, fingertips pressed testingly to the cloth over Asra's chest, and then his palms press down and slide up ever so slightly, as well. It's not a push, not at all, with how his fingers curl longingly into fabric. It's just a feel.]

And if that's the case, then the weather was fair enough for us to meet. Only once a year are the magpies able to create a bridge for us, and thanks to countless prayers, we've made it. Each other lifeless day matters not when we can embrace like this.

[He's really into this playing along with the story thing, as it turns out. It's a metaphor? He's viewing it as such. His body isn't always so healthy, and so he'll treat it like a "once in a year" event, all the same. It's best to take advantage of that.

His nose nuzzles a little closer, his breath ghosting over Asra's face.]


Let's not waste it.
disinfection: (Terminal)

[personal profile] disinfection 2018-10-16 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
[It was either that, Mister Robin, or Mister Archer. He wasn't going to get her to drop the "Mister".]

There are other ways to relax.

[Excuse him! They loved her! The men absolutely adored her. ...okay, probably because they knew if she wasn't around things would be much, much worse.

That idea, though? She stares at him. Hard.]


I have, in fact. I can't say I ever drank much but, yes, I have consumed alcohol before. [Never set right with her. She liked having her mind clear but it's not like that was possible in her current form.] However. considering we'll be both contracting soon... Very well. One glass.
badluckboy: (pic#10009771)

lies travel

[personal profile] badluckboy 2018-10-16 06:28 am (UTC)(link)
[Life's not fair. It never is, and as far as John knows this guy is just pouting because, like him, he got assigned to the losers team by sheer chance. Picked the wrong door and ended up in the Down. It's almost funny how that worked out. He raises his head from where he's sitting a few spaces away to look over and gesture with his cigarette still between his fingers.]

Now, now. Buck up, mate. I'm sure a younger pup like you can find a master to take you in and give you a home in the estates. Just sit real nice like and tell 'em something sad.

[Not that Jason looks that much younger, but if John has to deal with the new rules, then he's going to be as annoying about it as possible. Everyone is fair game.]
classchampion: (pic#12629115)

i distract u, fufufu

[personal profile] classchampion 2018-10-16 06:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ While she's distracted enough that she doesn't see Siegfried at first, upon turning her head when she hears a few footsteps near her, her entire face morphs from apprehension and confusion to warmth. The hand that was on Ridill slackens until it's at her side. ]

Mm-hmm. [ She scratches her cheek, looking down. ] It's hard to not feel alone, without Vyrn and Lyria... but I managed! [ Djeeta turns fully to him, lacing her fingers together, leaning slightly forward on her toes. ] How long have you been here?
superiorprat: (I'm your master)

[personal profile] superiorprat 2018-10-16 06:30 am (UTC)(link)
As soon as Merlin pulls away, Arthur finds himself regretting his usual fuss. But it's too late, so all he allows himself is a slight huff of frustration. This is Merlin. Everywhere he's turned since they'd met, this man had been right there. Helping to the best of his ability and knowledge.

Arthur just knows more of what that means now. It had hurt at first, knowing Merlin had lied about everything for so long. And yet...if there was one single person he could always count on...it was Merlin.

Magic and all. If someone can have magic and still be good, it's Merlin.

He stands patiently, letting his friend fuss over his clothes, straightening them up as they're both used to. And he's grateful for the opening, so he grins and slings an arm across Merlin's shoulders to move them along again. This time he doesn't pull away. Because it feels good somehow, and right.

"Give me a break!" He quips. "It's not every day a guy comes back from the dead! Do you need anything from wherever you've been staying? There's a spare room in mine, you might as well take it so you can fuss without going too far." And so they don't lose each other again quite so easily.
inaurare: (Yet also pouty and blushy.) (Unsure)

[personal profile] inaurare 2018-10-16 06:34 am (UTC)(link)
[it could be a lot worse than drool, though Linneus is a little concerned. The jostling remains just as light, but his voice becomes a little more insistent-]

Sir...? Sir?
nyahilistic: (0129)

[personal profile] nyahilistic 2018-10-16 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
[Ichimatsu has regrets.]

[He lapses into silence, allowing it to be companionable now that he's ascertained that Toshinori isn't quite as bizarre as he looks-- foreign, maybe, but not as strange as Ichimatsu would have assumed upon first noticing his odd smile. It's when he's questioned that he prickles and curls tighter where he sits, grabbing little fistfuls of his pants at the knees and scrunching his face.]


Sewage doesn't have a lot of reason to smile, I guess.
wingstosee: (understanding)

[personal profile] wingstosee 2018-10-16 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ it's hard to describe the combination of things she's feeling right now. there's a healthy dose of apprehension, of course, but - relief, maybe? relief at having stumbled across someone this patient instead of someone harsher. because she knows the other woman is right: it's only a matter of time before she runs into someone much harsher, much crueler, much more willing to ignore what boundaries may once have existed.

and past that, there's a tiny bit of vindication. because integra is looking at her, and seeing- her.

it's nice, even amidst all this.
]

I guess... I don't, really? [ it'd be easy enough to leave it at that. she doesn't, of course - she keeps talking, the two eyes on her face focused squarely on the floor in front of her. ] I mean, I'm not really sure what I even can do. It's easy to say "just tell them off," or "get away from them," or- or anything like that, but it's not always that easy, you know? Sometimes there's just nothing you can do about it and that's the only option left.

[ she sighs, a large bit of tension easing away from her shoulders. of course there's more options than that. but- she's only one devil. and as strong as the three of them were, she's feeling a lot less than divine alone like this. ]

I guess I could try to find a dominant that doesn't suck? [ and then, as an apologetic afterthought: ] Sorry. That's probably most of them, honestly.
classchampion: (pic#11974294)

[personal profile] classchampion 2018-10-16 06:35 am (UTC)(link)
[ Djeeta's spine straightens as Rosetta inspects her, in a fashion - this isn't the first time Rosetta has spoken to her this way, and it feels as innately calming as it always does. She relaxes, letting the small bit of bravado fade, absorbing as muh as she can from her words.

Still, the hand that had been about her neck to indicate to the tattoo shifts, down to her chest - pressing against her heart where it beats steadily. She's not panicked with Rosetta. Instead she feels that snapping of her life and Lyria's, distant, cut away from each other. It hurts. She shouldn't let herself be too clingy - she needs to be strong, even for Rosetta - even if she really just wants to hug her and not let go in this scary time. ]


I... I won't. [ She assures herself just as much as she assures Rosetta of this. Djeeta swallows hard, trying to smile, but her brows are knit together and the light doesn't quite reach her eyes. ]

Do you think... they're scared?
inaurare: (Yet also pouty and blushy.) (Unsure)

[personal profile] inaurare 2018-10-16 06:39 am (UTC)(link)
[or... Or open it, maybe...? But if vandalism is averted for the time being, Linneus will make his way over, fingers light on the curtains to draw them back]

Are we to puzzle our way out, then...? I'm not sure my mind was meant for riddling...
gentrify: (pic#11581309)

» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS

[personal profile] gentrify 2018-10-16 06:46 am (UTC)(link)
[[ ooc; just an fyi, mickey comes with a looot of content warnings, so if anything on there is stuff you want to avoid, or if you'd rather not thread them at all, no worries what so ever! just let me know o7 ]]

[ mickey came to the party because it's an event in the Down for once, and living in the Up has been (weirdly, for most people) a nightmare for him, someone who's used to scraping by in the ghetto he knows and loves. sure, the first couple nights of breaking expensive shit and being rude to rich people was fun, but after that, it just started making his skin crawl. when he showed up and signed in here, though, he wasn't expecting to be told he had a person to pick up and take home with him when he wanted to leave. well, that's gross a hell.

before mickey even has a chance to voice as much to the representative, his human-shaped door prize shows up pitching a fit like one of those 'i want to talk to your manager' women. ]


Yeah, and mine would probably light someone's car on fire or steal a baby, so calm your tits, trust-fund. [ mickey shakes his head, walking off towards the line of limos that (always) are waiting to drive Doms back to the Up. ] I'm dropping you off at the first street corner that doesn't look like you'll get hustled on. Christ.

[ yanking the door open, he glances back to him, brows arched. ] You want a lift or not, Bambi?
Edited 2018-10-16 06:51 (UTC)
inaurare: (Surprise)

[personal profile] inaurare 2018-10-16 06:49 am (UTC)(link)
Oh--!

[gently startled, he draws up a little, shakes his head]

.I'm not a ma'am, sir.

[ Though this man would not be the first to have labored under that misapprehension...]

...but is that why you offered?
motivation: (【 ONE HUNDRED AND ONE】)

[personal profile] motivation 2018-10-16 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
You don't look all that scary to me.

[ she can see how someone would be scared, of course, but fear isn't dutch's style - and even when she's afraid, she fights anyway. (she isn't often afraid, but things like the hullen, like the lady? that scares her. things she can't understand, doesn't know how to fight.)

if the words come out a little flirtatious, well. sue her. ]

[personal profile] mastermagician 2018-10-16 06:51 am (UTC)(link)
[ Mabe I am, asks Eichi with such soft ease, hands which not so long ago tould have been suppressing tremors of excitement. They smoothed up his chest, his shoulders, softly offering the whispered story between their bodies.

Asra has to swallow around the sudden knot of emotions which gathered there. ]


I crossed that bridge. I must have; I feel light enough that even so small a bird's wings could support me.

[ Eichi nuzzled closer here, and Asra sucked in another soft breath, nuzzling back, kissing his cheek, his chin, his mouth. Each with beautifully adoring care, never wanting this to stop. But he lingered when their lips touched, electrified, buoyant with happiness, breathing Eichi's breath.

He dared a little more this time, the point of his tongue just lightly touching the sweet, soft swell of his partner's lower lip. A soft ask and invitation, all at once. ]
mygame: (i can eat what you feel)

[personal profile] mygame 2018-10-16 06:52 am (UTC)(link)
[Unlike some things in the world, the Nogitsune doesn't care about keeping up appearances once there's nothing to be gained. Like Sam, it has watched and learned since arriving. There are things even it would avoid living in this place. Well, would avoid for awhile. In the end, it' nature would get the best of it. Chaos and boundaries didn't mix.

It takes a poke at the heart-shaped little cakes, looking all the more annoyed for touching one. The hand is wiped on its jacket as if to get rid of some invisible taint. The creature looks up to Sam, but what doesn't at his height?]


Like? That's a question I don't have a good answer to. [Its eyes drop as it looks over the other things on the table and to not look back up into Sam's face. Subs aren't supposed to stare down Dom's with disquieting eyes, are they?] To like something you would have to be alive, wouldn't you? Or have lived?

[That tiny sharp smile rises, a hint of teeth there and then covered by pale lips. It reaches out to take a small glass of a clear alcohol, sniffing it curiously before setting it aside.] Smells like juniper. What is it you like? You're alive, aren't you?
witwanton: (56)

[personal profile] witwanton 2018-10-16 06:55 am (UTC)(link)
Leave it to Arthur to treat coming back from the dead like he'd had a particularly bad cold. He subtly leans into the arm wrapped around his shoulder, enjoying the warmth and familiar weight of it.

"Just some clothes... I can get them tomorrow." He doesn't want to leave Arthur's side for a moment, though he'll have to when Arthur eventually wants to go to sleep. He keeps glancing over at him, taking in glimpses of that familiar wonderful maddening handsome prattish royal profile. "As if you don't just want me there to do all your chores for you." Strangely he doesn't sound at all like he minds. And he really doesn't. It hadn't been a lie when he said he was proud to be Arthur's servant, after all. "You seem to be taking this-- situation fairly well. Of course, they made you a Dom, so you got the easy end of it." Meanwhile Merlin can't even be trusted to buy his own groceries without a Dom along to handle the money.
inaurare: (Enthralled)

[personal profile] inaurare 2018-10-16 06:56 am (UTC)(link)
I think you do very well for yourself. [freeing a hand to touch that smile lightly] My opinion, of course...

[a light duck of his head]

That is a decent plan. But oh, I would rather not have to choose or be chosen at all. Freedom is still new to me yet, what little I have...
offshoots: (Default)

i am so sorry for this

[personal profile] offshoots 2018-10-16 06:57 am (UTC)(link)
[Dan had the tendency to talk about his time as a soldier. Robin heard it all a million times before, for thousands of years. he knows. and the reason Robin hadn't tried to tell him he was crazy for still upholding that chivalry at his age was because he believed so strongly in it. he clutched to his virtues in a white-knuckled grip. refusing to let them go, refusing to let anyone take it from him.

how could he ever tell the man he was wrong?

as for Robin, he knew his own virtues were childish and naive. yet they clung to him anyway. a thorn in his side. it wasn't Robin who kept his virtues, they just wouldn't leave him alone.

his throat moves and he swallows thick. without a collar blocking half of his throat, she may see the tattoo that runs down his chest move with the motion.]


He had no reason to look upon me as a son.

[he says it quietly, then sighs. loud. tired. he's no protector, and he's no Heroic Spirit. his hands plant on her shoulders, easing her back. something physical to put between them as Robin scrambles to find distance again because she's dug too deep.]

Allow me to tell you about a common thread between you and your Servant. You meddle in business that's not your own. Both of you have always got a comment about something or other. That Saber wanted to be acknowledged by you as badly as you want to be remembered. She was as glad to have your attention as you were to have yours. Spend it on her, instead. Tell her about everything she wanted to protect. While you're at it, tell her how she always did her best.

[about that mood breaker. he steps back, turns, and lifts his hand in a wave.]

Forget about being my Dominant. I'll figure something else out. Maybe I'll jump out the third story window.

[strange how the physical distance didn't make him flinch nearly as hard as the emotional one.]
finethanks: (☆ 102)

[personal profile] finethanks 2018-10-16 07:02 am (UTC)(link)
[How dreamy. He really does wonder if this is all some sort of elaborate dream. Maybe if he falls into this enough, he'll wake up in his bed, at home, in his silk pajamas. But that's not quite right, is it? He's still here, his heart pounding in his chest, his face heating up with the rest of him, his lips parting with eager ease.

He's never kissed anyone before today. His health kept him from it, and so did his inability to handle social situations outside of climbing a ladder of status. He's never kissed anyone, but he's longed to be held, to be shown this affection. It didn't matter where he got it from. Friend, enemy... he wanted it.

But now, there's so much more directly in front of him. He kisses back with heavy desire, but there's a clear newness to it all. He's trying to appear confident and smooth, as if this is normal, as if he's used to it, but there are holes in his attempts all over.

For one, he'd been holding his breath in the excitement of it all, and now he has to interrupt the kiss slightly to breath, a heavy exhale, a desperate inhale and another lean in. That made him a little dizzy, but he enjoyed that part, too.]
cicatrize: (pic#7757941)

» » » THE KEY TO HEARTS

[personal profile] cicatrize 2018-10-16 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ between the decade-ish of age, and the lack of scruff or hippy hair, it's probably difficult for sam to tell he just offered a brink to someone with bucky barnes' face at first glance. it also helps that jack isn't so much staring at sam as he is the bottle he's pouring from.

his punch-spiking flask hath runeth entirely dry, and we can't have that, especially considering Jack's mostly here in function as a lawyer, overseeing the contracts made and doing his level best to see that Submissives don't screw themselves out of basic freedoms by trusting Dominants they'd just met not to be assholes with the legal jargon and loopholes. Some cases he truly can't help, and that's infuriating, but it is what it is. regardless, it's not something he's interested in continuing while at risk of sobering up too much. ]


Like a fairy godmother, aren't you? Please. [ yes, pour him one, sweet liquor saint. bless you, bless your family, bless your cow. jack turns, leaning a hip against the food table, arms crossing over his chest, and he looks out towards the mingling and elbow-rubbing. it doesn't look terribly far from events he'd had to attend back in shiloh, but it was incredibly rare for him to attend those parties without some kind of substance in his system either. there's only so many fake smiles and so much bullshit pleasantry you can spew before you just want to slap someone. ]

I honestly don't understand how anyone makes it through these things sober.
Edited 2018-10-16 07:24 (UTC)
superiorprat: (Weight of responsibility)

[personal profile] superiorprat 2018-10-16 07:24 am (UTC)(link)
It's easier than the alternative? Much much much easier...But a few days here has helped a little, and having Merlin at his side again helps even more.

"Fine." No point arguing and he's not too bothered by it if Merlin isn't. While Arthur can be oblivious, he notices those glances now but chalks it up to his death and...however long it's been since. So he grins and ignores them as best he can. "You enjoy having them to do."

Ah, and then there's that. "It's a skill, Merlin. I adapt." Mocking words, confident tone, neither are how he feels. He looks at his friend out of the corner of an eye, and that arm might tighten just a little around Merlin's shoulders. "...Don't worry. I'll take care of you." Which is now just strange to say, because he knows Merlin's power.
Edited (what are words >>) 2018-10-16 07:30 (UTC)
ludia: ode to the beauty of the world (.10)

[personal profile] ludia 2018-10-16 07:29 am (UTC)(link)
[ STARE.

....

...

..

.

And then a solid nod. ]


YOU! You must give me the name of your tailor.
4thwaller: (⏎ You know you've got the brand)

un: www

[personal profile] 4thwaller 2018-10-16 07:30 am (UTC)(link)
Is that like
lady luck
or misfortune
Like they both mean two really different things